At one week I had hope.

At two weeks, I knew my parents were dead.

At three weeks, we shut down the cities, all external units sent to either fend for themselves or head back to a overrun base.

I wasn't meant for on duty work, the sea was my calling, but still I found myself in the back of a truck, protecting my countries citizens from my countries citizens. No, they were walkers. Dead. Terrorists without a brain.

We passed many on our trip to Maine. We were hoping less area meant it wasn't as overflown.

Boy were we wrong.

The first town we came across was over flooded. They packed themselves behind the gates alive, and pushed their way out dead.

The second was a sea town. It was nearly deserted. We could only guess they went to fend for themselves out on the sea.

By the third, Jefferson said it was pointless. That we should just make camp and wait til it blows over.

"Blows over?" Shouted Augustus, "Blows over to what? To the point where we're all dead?"

No one had a argument for that.

So we kept moving kept looking for survivors.

It was bleak until we reached the seventh town. It was deserted. You could see the grocery store had been looted three times over. Doors stood open, windows broken, and bodies lie in piles.

"Looks like whoever was here put up a fight." Said Nolan, peering out a front flaps. We were about to start driving when, "Wait!" He shouted. The tires screeched to a halt. If any walkers hadn't heard us, now they did. I looked over Nolan's surprised face to were he was pointing.

SURVIVERS ONE ADULT SEVERAL CHILDREN HELP

That's what was spray painted on the side of a building, followed by an arrow.

"What do we do?" I asked. We had never been in this situation before. We had a protocol before everything truly went to shit. Take them to the cities. Now there were no cities. At least none that were still liveable.

"I say we follow it." Ruby stated, speaking up. She was the only girl in our makeshift unit, but tougher then half of the seals I used to know.

"I agree." Said Nolan, Wales started up the car. We all knew what we were going to see. But there was still hope. Still hope that children had survived.

And so we followed the arrows.